I woke up groaning and finally got the picture of myself getting dragged by my dress on these familiar shiny floors.
By this time, I knew I lost my opportunity to flee. That guy probably thought I was dead by now.
I'm tired of this kind of situation.
My sweaty, cold hands wipped their already-cold floors like a mop.
It's not that I could stop him from dragging me, but it's worth the try. I already knew where this dog is taking me.
A little while longer, the eerie creaking sound of the heavy door opened, and he dragged me further inside. I remained motionless.
Once again, I am in the presence of their sadistic King.
I hate this place and I hate him!
I did not move a muscle, and when the warrior that dragged me swirled me to face the king, I immediately curled into a fetal position.
